The workdays get longer
The angry Russian men come in
wearing bluetooth headsets
beer guts expanding gray and black fake silk shirts
the truth is in the broken radio
and Max the stockman
celebrating his 75th birthday on the job
the buzz of the light
like an obese mosquito
while we hide in the cooler
eating pork rinds
and dreaming of the latina sample-girl’s thighs
everyone of us
running out the clock
the nukes will take us
before they take him
9 o’ clock
Happy Birthday Max
let’s punch out
and get the fuck out of here
© 2008 Lee Kitzis
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